This was a short one, but it made Cera run and hide...
Location: Campbell Safeway
Date: Jan. 19
Time: Late evening, before dinner time
We were walking through the beer/cheese/soda aisle (the Super Bowl party aisle if you will) and I Cera asked what I wanted for dinner, so I said "Something to make me poop," loud enough that the nice middle-aged man down the row from us looked up and smiled.
As we cleared the aisle and I approached the milk section, I turned to a short, round Safeway worker who was walking past us with a man who looked lost.
"Excuse me," I said, causing her to stop and put on her "Treat each customer like a three-legged puppy," smile.
"Yes?" She asked, I'm sure she regretted it later.
"I heard a rumor that milk makes you poop, is that true?"
She laughed as did the lost man with her.
"Umm... I don't know..."
"Cause I want to get some milk, but not if its going to make me poop." I was enjoying the word poop at this point.
"Well, I've never had that problem," she said as she turned to keep walking.
I looked up and Cera was already about 25 yards away down the wine aisle, walking briskly with her head down to deny knowledge of her boyfriend.
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Well, it depends whether or not you're lactose intolerant, really...
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